noun a homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
a deep, wistful, nostalgic sense of longing for home; a home that is no longer or perhaps never was. A yearning and wistful grief for people and things long gone.
A Welsh word with no good English translation.
Whenever things quieted down in the group, usually one could find Serin in a small handful of places, depending on her mood. In her deepest shade of melancholy blue, she would most likely be locked up inside of her room, which was mostly bare save for a dresser, bed, and mirror, marine carpet and faded azure walls and ceiling. Were someone to knock on her door at this time, they would only be answered by her phantasmal projection, which would appear through the door in inquiry as to what her would be visitor wanted. Most people of the group found that if their business did not interest Serin in the least, the phantom would simply retreat behind the locked door, and no further answer would be given, unless Serin herself answered the door, which was often not the case.
Quite seldom would she ever be sitting in the company of the rest of the group unless it was to participate in conference beneficial to learning more about their predicament and what action needed to be taken.
Today, however, Serin was in a somewhat common middle ground between the two scenarios. She sat at a small, card game desk in an otherwise unoccupied corner of the living room, lit by a simple desk lamp. Her gaze was turned down at a deck of cards in her hands that had been resting there. Her small, delicate hands browsed through the deck, sliding one neatly after the other as she seemed to stare blankly at them, lost in thought.
Her scrolling finally came to a halt as her hands found the Joker card, where she then proceeded to gaze at it quizzically.